[farming pharmer]

Recently, I went to dinner at the home of Rebecca Kee, a preschool principal in San Francisco who turned to Maddow in her depression and confusion over the 2016 election. I brought a bottle of rosé, and she poured it into glasses decorated with charms that featured Russia-investigation figures on one side and characters from “Star Trek: The Next Generation” on the other. I sipped from the Hope Hicks/Beverly Crusher glass, and we watched Maddow’s show over veggie enchiladas. “I think of her as a news doula: You know the news is going to be painful no matter what, so we might as well have someone who helps us survive it,” Kee told me. Last year, Kee had a Maddow-themed birthday party, at which her friends and her two young sons put on big black glasses and slicked their hair to the side. Also in attendance was a life-size cardboard cutout of Maddow, which is now in storage so as not to startle guests.

By a certain age, over 50% of women have diagnosable mental illness.

[billyboy15]

“By a certain age, over 50% of women have diagnosable mental illness”

Yeah, that would be about 11-12 yrs old.

[D_Idaho]

“By a certain age, over 50% of women have diagnosable mental illness.”

I wonder if she has cats?

[Scarpetta]

I’m a woman of a certain age and I confess I suffer from anxiety daily because I live in a deep blue area surrounded by smug, sanctimonious white liberal womyn and their cuckold husbands.